DAISIES. 
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DAISIES. 
“ The daisy it is sweet.”—C haucer. 
’T was when the world was in its prime, 
When meadows green and woodlands wild 
Were strewn with flowers, in sweet spring-time, 
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And every where the Daisies smiled ; 
When undisturbed the ring-doves cooed, 
While lovers sang each other’s praises, 
As in embower’d lanes they wooed, 
Or on some bank white o’er with Daisies: 
While Love went by with muffled feet, 
Singing, “ The Daisies they are sweet.” 
Unfettered then he roamed abroad, 
And as he willed it past the hours— 
Now lingering idly by the road, 
Now loitering by the wayside flowers ; 
For what cared he about the morrow ? 
Too young to sigh, too old to fear— 
No time had he to think of sorrow, 
Who found the Daisies every where ; 
